Page 73 of Their Tracked Obsession

As the motto went—happy wife, happy life.

God, I couldn’t wait for the honeymoon. I’d pump Liv full of every drop of my cum, and she’d weep from her pussy. The Bahamas was going to kick ass.

Right now, I needed to take a deep breath. Hold it. One Mississippi. Two Mississippi. Three Mississippi. Four…

Fuck. Nothing. This counting shit wasn’t working.

No. Scratch that. Liv rubbing up against me wasn’t helping. I mean… I fucking loved her body. Way too much. Obviously.

Hard-on. Remember?

Right.

“Oh, look at my mom dancing with Saint…” Liv beamed with happiness. “She’s so happy.”

Yes! Mission accomplished. The wiener went limp.

“Yeah. Saint’s having a great time.” I cracked a grin.

Saint was miserable. Except when Mrs. Valencia glanced up at him, and he’d flash her a fake smile. He saved his face of hatred for me every time we twirled by.

Man… If looks killed, I would’ve died three times.

“Raven too.” Liv glanced over at her best friend dancing in my cousin’s arms. “Ace is living out his dream.”

Raven slapped Ace’s face.

“Or not?” I whispered in shock.

Raven stomped off. Ace went after her. They disappeared from sight.

“Wow…” Liv formed an O with her mouth.

“Those two really hit it off,” I said.

Liv giggled. “I guess so.”

“Same with us.” I ran my hand down to cup my wife’s ass cheek. “Following you, watching you—”

“Stalking me,” Liv cut in.

I pressed a hand to my heart. “Who me? Never.”

I grinned and nuzzled Liv’s exposed neck. She giggled at the tickle of my whiskers and wiggled in my arms. I softly kissed her skin.

“Look at all those presents.” Liv sighed, grabbed my chin, and turned my head toward the wedding gifts. “I wonder what’s inside them?”

Liv beamed with excitement. I knew how much our girl loved surprises, and she couldn’t wait to open the presents. She was like a kid at Halloween, eager to eat her candy.

“Let’s go open one,” I insisted.

“Are you serious?” Liv asked with wide eyes.

“Yeah.” I shrugged. “Why not?”

“Because we can’t.” Liv stopped dancing. “It goes against tradition.”

“Sweetheart, I think we blew all the fucking rules as soon as the three of us got married.” I tugged Liv’s hand. “Come on.”